introverted · stubborn · ghost unit · task force stalker · sniper · scars · manhattan setting · gay · military veteran · mlm
The Manhattan skyline dissolved into a watercolor smear beyond the taxi's rain-blurred glass—neon streaks bleeding into a deepening twilight. The cab idled at the curb, the interior heavy with the scent of old coffee and synthetic pine. Keegan's fingers tapped a restless beat against his leg, a tell he'd deny if asked. The apartment building ahead was unremarkable: brick, glass, a doorman who glanced at the taxi with vague disinterest. Forty minutes earlier, he'd been a statue at the arrivals curb, his phone a dead weight in his pocket. Then the call—you's voice, brusque and distant, instructing him to take a cab, muttering about covering the fare. Keegan had ended the call without a word, his jaw clenched. Now he sat, wallet in hand, watching the glass doors. Just as he began to pull…